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Boera, as a rule, lack that dash which makes great soldiers; such forlorn hopes are not in their line, and rather than embark upon them they prefer to take their chance in a laager, however poor that chance may be. For my own part, I firmly believe that, had my advice been taken, we should have routed the Zulus. Seventeen desperate white men, arrped with guns, would have produced no small effect upon a camp of sleeping savages. But it was not taken, so it is no use talking about it. After that we went back to our posts, and slowly the weary night wore on towards the dawn. Only those who have watched under similar circumstances while they waited the advent of almost certain and cruel death, can know the torturing suspense of those heavy hours. But they went somehow, and at last in the far east the sky began to lighten, while the cold breath of dawn stirred the tilts of the wagons and chilled me to the bones. *The fat Dutch woman behind me woke with a yawn, then, remembering all, moaned aloud, while her teeth chattered with cold and fear. Hans Botha went to his wagon and got a bottle of peach brandy, from which he poured into a tin pannikin, giving us each a stiff draw, and making attempts to be cheerful as he did so. But his affected jocularity only seemed to depress his comrades the more. Certainly it op- pressad me. Now the light was growing, and we could see some way into the mist which still hung densely over the river, and now — ahl there it was. From the other side of the hill, a thousand yards or more from the laager, came a faint humming sound. It grew and grew till it gathered to a chant — the awful war chant of the Zulus. Soon I could catch the words. They were simple enough: We stiall slay, we shall slay. Is It not so, my brothers? Our spears shall blush blood red. Is it not so, my brothers? For we are the sucklings of Chaka, blood is our milk, my brothers. Awake, children of the Umtetwa, awake I The vulture wheels, the jackal sniffs the air; Awalce, children of the Uratetwa — cry aloud, ys ringed men; There Is the foe, we shall slay them. la it not so, my brothers? S'gee! S'geo! S'geel Such is a rough translation of that hateful chant which I often hear to this very day in my dreams. It does not look particularly imposing on paper, but if the reader could have heard it as it rolled through the still air from the throats of nearly three thousand warriors singing all to time, lie would have found it impressive enough. Nou- the shields began to appear over the brow of the rise. They came by companies, each company about a hundred strong. Altogether there were thirty-one companies. I counted them. When all were over they formed themselves into a triple line, then trotted down the slope toward us. At a distance of a hundred and fifty yards, or just out of shot of such guns as we had in those days, they halted and began singing again: Yonder is the kraal of the white man— a littla kraal, my brothers; We shall eat it up, we shall trample it flat, my brothers, But where are the white man's cattle— where are his oxen, my brothers? This question seemed to puzzle them a good deal, for they sang the song again and again. At last a herald caine forward, a great man with ivory rings on his arm, and putting his bands to his mouth, called out to us asking where our cattle were. Hans Botha climbed on to the top of a wagon and roared out that they might answer that question themselves. Then the herald called again, saying that he saw that the cattle had been sent away. "We shall go and find the cattle," he said, '-then we shall come and kill you, because without cattle you must stop where you are, but if we wait to kill you before we get the cattle, they may have trekked too far for us to follow. But if you try to run away we shall easily catch you white men!" This struck me as a very odd speech, for the Zulus generally attack an enemy first and take his cattle afterwards; still, there was a certain amount of plausi bility about it. While I was still wondering what it all might mean, the Zulus began to run past us in companies towards the river. Suddenly a shout announced that they had found the" spoor of the cattle, and the whole impi of them started down it at a run till they vanished over a rise about a quarter of a mile away. We waited for half an hour or more, but nothing could we see of them. "Now I wonder if the devils have really gone," said Hans Botha to me. "It is very strange." "I will go and see," said Indaba-ziuibi, "if you will come with me, Macuma- zahn. We can creep to the top of the ridge and look over." At first I hesitated, but curiosity overcame rue. I was young in those days and weary with suspense. "Very well," I said, "we will go." So we started. I had my elephant gun and ammunition. Indaba-zimbi had his medicine bag and an assegai. We crepl to the top of the rise like sportsmen stalking a buck. The slope on the other sido was strewn with rocks, among wLicl grew bushes and tall grass. "They must have gone down the Donga," I said to Indaba-ziuibi, "I can't see one of them." As I spoke there came a roar of men all around me. From every rock, from every tuft of grass rose a Zulu warrior. Before I could turn, before I could lift a . I was seized and .thrown. "Hold him! Hold the white splnt fasti" cried a voice. "Hold him, or he will slip away like a snake. Don't hurt him, but hold him fast. Let Indaba- zlmbl walk by his side," ^ I turned on Inclaba-zlmbi. "You black devil, you have betrayed met" 1 cried. "Wait and see, Macumazahn," he an swered, coolly. "Now the fight is srbinit to begin." * * CHAPTER V. GASPED with wonder and rage. What did that scoundrel Inda- ba-zimbi mean? Why had I been drawn out of the laager and seized, and why, being seized, was I not instantly killed. They called me the "White Spirit." Could it be that they were keeping me to make me into medicine? I had heard of such things being done by Zulus and kindred tribes, and my blood ran cold at the thought. What an endl To be pounded up, made medicine of, and eaten! However, I had little time for further reflection, for now the whole impi was pouring back from the Donga and river banks where it had hidden while their ruse was carried out, and once more formed up on the side of the slope. I was taken to the crest of the slope and placed in the center of the reserve line in the especial charge ofyp huge Zulu named Bom- byane, the same man who had come forward as a herald. This brute seemed to regard me with an affectionate curiosity. Now and again he poked me in the ribs with the handle of his assegai, as though to assure himself that I was solid, and several times he asked me to be so good as to prophesy how many Zulus would be killed before the "Amaboona," as they called the Boers, were "eaten up." At first I took no notice of him beyond scowling, but presently, goaded into anger, I prophesied that he would be dead in an hour! He only laughed aloud. "Oh! white spirit," he said, "is it so? Well, I've walked a long way from Zululand, and shall be glad of a rest." And he got it shortly, as will be seen. Now the Zulus began to sing.again: We have caught the white spirit, my brother, my brother! Iron tongue whispered of him, he smelt him out, my brother. Now the Maboona are ours—they are already dead, my brother. So that treacherous villain Indaba- zfmbi had betrayed me. Suddenly the chief of the impi, a gray haired man named Sususa, held up his assegai, and instantly there was silence. Then he spoke to some indunas who stood near him. Instantly they ran to the right and left down the first line, saying a word to the captain of each company as they passed him. Presently they were at tho respective ends of the line, and simultaneously held up their spears. As they did so, with an awful roar of "Bulata Amaboona" ("Slay the Boers"), the entire line, numbering nearly a thousand men, bounded forward like a buck startled from its form, and rushed down upon the little laager. It was a splendid sight to see them, their assegais glittering- in the sunlight as they rose and fell above their black shields, their war plumes bending back upon the breeze, and their fierce faces set intently on the foe, while the solid earth shook beneath the thunder of their rushing feet. I thought of my poor friends the Dutchmen, and trembled. What chance had they against so many? Now the Zulus, running in the shape of a bow so as to wrap the laager round on three sides, were within seventy yards, and now from every wagon broke tongues of tire. Over rolled a number of the Umtetwa, but the rest cared little. On they rushed right up the laager, striving to force a way in. But the Boers plied them with volley after volley, and, packed as the Zulus were, the elephant guns loaded with slugs and small shot did frightful execution. Only one man ever got on to a wagon, and as he did so I saw a Boer woman strike him on the head with an ax. He fell back, and slowly, amid howls of derision from the two lines on the hill side, the Zulus drew back. "Let us go, father!" shouted the soldiers on the slope, among whom I was, to their chief, who had come up. "You have sent out the little girls to fight, and they are frightened. Let us show them the way." "No, no!" the chief Sususa answered, laughing. "Wait a minute and the little girls will grow to women, and women are good enough to fight against Boers!" The attacking Zulus heark the mockery of their fellows, and rushed forward again with a roar. But the Boers in the laager had found time to load, and they met with a warm reception. Reserving their fire till the Zulus were packed like sheep in a kraal, they loosed into them with the roers, and the warriors fell in little heaps. But I saw that the blood of the Umtetwas was up; they did not mean to be beaten back this time, and the end was near. See! six men had leapt on to the wagon, slain the man behind it and sprung into the laager. They were killed there, but others followed, and then I turned my head. But I coulc not shut my ears to the cries of rage ant death, and the terrible S'gee! S'gee! oi the savages as they did their work oJ murder. Once only I looked up ant saw poor Hans Botha standing on a wagon smiting down men with the buti of his rifle. Then assegais shot up to wards him like tongues of steel, anc when I looked again he was gone. I turned sick with fear and rage. But alas! what could I do? They were al dead now, and probably my ,ovvn turn was coining, only my death would noi be so swift. The fight was ended, and the two Hues on the slope broke their order, an< moved down to the laager. Presently we were there, and a dreadful sight i was. Many of the attacking Zulufc/'v Sfty. I should say—aadV least a Hundred and fifty were wounaed, ?ome of them mortally. The chief, Su- susa, gave an order, the dead men we*e picked up and piled in a heap, while those who were slightly hurt walked off to get some one to tie up their wounds. But the more serious oases met with a different treatment. The chief or one of his indunas considered each case, and If it was in any way bad, the man was taken up and thrown into the river which ran near. None of them offered any objection, though one poor fellow swam to shore again. He did not stop there long, however, for they pushed him back and drowned him by force. The strangest case of all was that ot the chief's own brother, He had been captain of the line, and his ankle waa smashed by a bullet. Sususa came up to him, and having examined the wound rated him soundly for failing in the first onslaught. The poor fellow made the excuse that it was not his fault, as the Boers had hit him in the first rush. His brother admitted the truth of this and talked to him amicably. "Well," he said at length, offering him a pinch of snuff, "you cannot walk again. " "No, chief," said the wounded man, looking at his ankle. "And to-morrow we must walk far," went on Sususa. "Yes, chief." "Say, then, will you sit here on the veldt, or"— and he nodded towards the river. The man dropped his head on hia breast for a minute as though in thought. Presently he lifted it and looked Sususa straight in the face. "My ankle pains me, my brother," he said; "I think I will go back to Zululand, for there is the only kraal I wish to see, even if I creep about it like a snake." "It is well, my brother," said the chief. 'Rest softly," and. having shaken hands with him, he gave an order to one of the indunas, and turned away. Then men came, and, supporting the wounded man, helped him down to the banks of the strea^. Here, at his request, they tied a heavy stone round his neck, and then threw him into a deep pool. I saw the whole sad scene, and the victim never even winced. It was impossible not to admire the courage of the man, or to avoid being struck with the cold-blooded cruelty of his brother, the chief. And yet the act was necessary from his point of view. The man must either die swiftly or be left to perish of starvation, for no Zulu force will encumber itself with wounded men. Years of merciless warfare had so hardened these people that they looked on death as nothing, and were, to do them justice, as willing to meet it themselves as to inflict it on others. When this very impi had been sent by the Zulu King Dingaan, it consisted of some nine thousand men. Now it numbered about three; all the rest were dead. They, too, would probably soon be dead. What did it matter? They lived by war, to die in blood. It was their natural end. "Kill till you are killed." That is the motto of the Zulv- soldier. It has the merit of simplicity. Meanwhile the warriors were looting the wagons, including my own, having first thrown all the dead Boers into a heap. I looked at the heap; all of them were there, including the two stout f raus, poor things. But I missed one body, that of the Hans Botha's daughter, little Tota. A wild hope came into my heart that she might have escaped; but no, it was not possible. I could only pray that she was already at rest. Just then the great Zulu, Bombyane, who had left my side to indulge in the congenial occupation of looting, came out of a wagon crying that he had got the "little white one." I looked; he was carrying the child Tota, gripping her frock in one of his huge black hands. He stalked up to where we were, and held the child before the chief. "Is it dead, father?" he said. Now, as I could well see, the child was not dead, but had been hidden away, and fainted with fear. The chief glanced at it carelessly, and said: "Find out with your kerrie." Acting on this hint the black devil held up the child, and was about to kill it with his knobstick. This was more than I could bear. I sprang at him and struck him with all my force in the face, little caring if I was speared or not. He dropped Tota on the ground. "Oh!" he said, putting his hand to his nose, "the white spirit has a hard fist. Come, spirit, I will fight you for the child." The soldiers cheered and laughed. "Yes! yes!" they said, "let Bombyane fight the white spirit for the child. Let them fight with assegais." For a moment I hesitated. What chance had I against this black giant? But I had promised poor Hans to save the child if I could, and what did it matter? As well die now as later. However, I had wit enough left to make a favor of it, and intimated to the chief through Indaba-zimbi that I was quite willing to condescend to kill Bombyane. on condition that if I did so the child's life should be given to me. Indaba-zimbi interpreted my words, but I noticed that he would not look on me as he spoke, but covered his face with his hands and spoke of me as "the ghost" or the "son of the spirit." For some reason that ] have never quite understood, the chief consented to the duel. I fancy it wa because he believed me to be more than mortal, and was anxious to see the last of Bombyane. "Let them fight," he said. "Give them assegais and no shields; the child shal be to him who conquers." "Yes! yes!" cried the soldiers. "Let them fight. Don't be afraid, Bom byane; if he is a spirit, he's a very snial one." "I never was frightened of man or beast, and I am not going to run away from a white ghost," answered the re doubtable Bombyane, as he examinee the blade of his great bangwanar stabbing assegai. Then they made a ring ?ou»d us, gave me a similar assegai and set us some tea oaces «y»arfc. I my 1 could, and tried to show n fear, though in my heart I afraid. Humanly speaking, my UWV1 was on me. The giant; warrior before nt had used the assegai from a child—I ha, no experience of the weapon. Moreover, though I waa quick and active, he must have been at least twice aa strong as i was. However, there was no help for it, so, setting my teeth, 1 grasped the great spear, breathed a prayer, and waited. The giant stood awhile looking at me, and, as he stood, Indaba-zimbi walked aorosa the ring behind me, muttering as he passed, "Keep cool, Macumazahn, and wait for him." As I had not the slightest intention of commencing the fray, I thought this good advice. Heavens! how long that half minute seemed! It happened many years ago, but the whole scene rises up before my eyes as I write. There behind us waa the bloodstained laager, and near it lay the piles of dead; round us was rank upon rank of plumed savages, standing in silence to wait the issue of tho duel, and'in the center stood the gray haired chief and general, Sususa, in all hia war finery, a cloak of leopard skin upon his shoulders. At his feet lay the senseless form of little Tota, to my left squat- bed Indaba-zimbi, nodding his white lock and muttering something—probably spells; while in front was my giant antagonist, his spear aloft and hia plumes bending in the gentle breeze. Then over all, over grassy slope, river and koppie, over the wagons of the laager, the piles of dead, the dense ranks of the living, the swooning child, over all shone the bright impartial sun, looking down like the great indifferent eye of heaven upon the loveliness of nature and the cruelty of man. Down by the river grew thorn trees, and from them floated the sweet scent of the mimosa lower, and came the sound of cooing turtledoves. I never smell the one or hear the other without the scene Sash- ing into my mind again, complete in its every, detail. [To be continued next week.] • —> •• • *• •* _ Her Head was Level. "Say, Jennie, will you have me." "No, Tom." "Why not, Jennie?" "Cause you carry bettles in your pock- it, Tom." 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